OT: - Why we forward Jokes (This is nice and true).....

[Guest guest]

This explains why we forward jokes.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying

the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He

remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead

for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side

of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it

was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was

standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked

like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like

pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got

closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, " Excuse me, where are we? "

" This is Heaven, sir, " the man answered.

" Wow! Would you happen to have some water? " the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought

right up. " The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

" Can my friend, " gesturing toward his dog, " come in, too? " the

traveler asked.

" I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets. "

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and

continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he

came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if

it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the

gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

" Excuse me! " he called to the reader. " Do you have any water? "

" Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there " . The man pointed to a place

that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. " Come on in. "

" How about my friend here? " the traveller gestured to the dog.

" There should be a bowl by the pump. " They went through the gate,

and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl

beside it.

The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he

gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked

back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

" What do you call this place? " the traveller asked.

" This is Heaven, " he answered.

" Well, that's confusing, " the traveller said. " The man down the road

said that was Heaven, too. "

" Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.

That's Hell. "

" Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that? "

" No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that

they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind. "

Soooo...

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Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without

writing a word, maybe this could explain:

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what

you do?

You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you

forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know

how, you forward jokes.

And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still

important, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke!

So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've

been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought

of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to

send you a smile.